As they made their way across the bridge, in search of The Collesium, they were intised by the attractiveness of the narrow, European cobblestoned side streets.

So they indulged their wanderlust and Linda in particular was fascinated by the genuine authentic-ness of the artisan smattering of shops that were tucked intermittently among charming, yet historically rich architecture.

They discovered authentic leather craftsman by going off the beaten path.

Not surprisingly, for Linda this experienced actually surpassed the iconic landmarks like the Collesium

It was highly recommended on reviews. When they arrived at 6pm, at first it looked like it was closed, however, the door was open. They were the only ones there. There was no sign of anyone.
Their voice seemed to echoed when they queried “Bon Giornio”. Seconds later, an adult man wearing a pepsi t-shirt, entered quickly and gestured for them to sit anywhere. He was dressed in denim shorts. He abruptly to take their order. Meanwhile, another family of four also entered the ristorante and he also took their order, sans paper and pencil. To their surprise and delight, this man is not only the waiter, but was apparently the cook as he could be seen him filling pots of water to cook spaghetti. It got even better, when he began to crank sheets of pasta through a pasta maker for Linda’s fetticini.

Without a doubt – this couldn’t be a more authentic Italian dining experience.